Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Chapter 454: The Educated Youth Cousin in the Historical Literature (24)

"Wuwuwu... Then, let me help you up first."

Song Guanwen lay on his back on the wet mud, looking at the fragmented sky through the mottled branches of the locust tree.

Lin Xi's voice with a strong nasal tone came. He wanted to say no, he could get up by himself, but when he raised his eyes, he was caught off guard and saw Lin Xi's red eyes from crying.

Those round almond-shaped eyes that always contained timidity were now swollen like peaches, with undried tears still hanging on the eyelashes, and her cheeks were full of messy tear marks, which were red from being wiped away by her sleeves.

The hand she stretched out was trembling slightly in mid-air, and there was still dirt between her nails from when she supported him. Song Guanwen noticed a small scratch on the inside of her wrist, probably from the chaos just now.

Her brows were unconsciously furrowed, and her eyes were filled with self-blame and worry that were about to overflow, as if she would collapse on the spot if he didn't accept this hand.

A ray of swaying sunlight leaked through the branches and leaves of the locust tree and happened to fall in front of Song Guanwen. He squinted his eyes that were stung by the light, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and held the hand that Lin Xi extended to him.

When Song Guanwen stood up with the help of Lin Xi, his back still ached slightly. He staggered before he could stand steady. He glanced at the mess around him and finally saw the "weapon" that had attacked him just now - a blue quilt lying on the ground, covered in dust.

Bamboo poles were scattered all over the ground, a corner of a muddy quilt lay limp on the ground, a corner of the quilt cover hung pitifully on the edge of the bamboo basket, and a few clusters of wilted purslane were scattered around, with crystal clear water droplets on their emerald green leaves.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Song Guanwen took a deep breath. The smell of damp earth mixed with the fragrance of locust leaves penetrated his nostrils, bringing a hint of coolness, barely suppressing the irritability rising in his heart due to the heat and itchiness on his body.

Song Guanwen bent down and prepared to clean up the mess, but someone suddenly pulled his sleeve.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Lin Xi's voice was still nasal, muffled and urgent. She reached out to support Song Guanwen, stopping his actions, and then let go of his hand without waiting for his response. She didn't care about the quilt that fell on the ground, but took two steps at a time and trotted to the bamboo basket, hurriedly picking up the purslane scattered on the ground.

Seeing her flustered movements, Song Guanwen's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He pursed his lips, suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, and sighed, "Don't worry about that. Let's tidy up your quilt first."

After saying that, he walked to Lin Xi's side, endured the dull pain on his back, bent down, lifted the bamboo pole pressing on the quilt, reached out and picked up a corner of cotton wool stained with mud and water, and handed it to Lin Xi.

"Hold this first."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xi hurriedly gathered the scattered purslane into the basket, stood up straight, wiped the mud on her fingertips on her trouser legs, and then took the cotton wool handed to her by Song Guanwen in a hurry, carefully stretched out her toes, and tapped the bamboo basket at her feet.

"Cousin, this is yours."

Her voice was muffled by the cotton wool, as soft as cotton soaked in water. Song Guanwen turned his head and glanced at her lightly, but did not speak. Instead, he picked up the straw hat on the ground and put it on his head. Then he reached out to pick up the quilt covered with mud and water and threw it into the wooden basin beside the well.

Then he bent down and picked up the bamboo poles that had fallen on the ground one by one. After making sure that the rack would not fall, he walked to the well and fetched a bucket of water. Then he turned around and extended his hand to Lin Xi.

The cotton wool in Lin Xi's arms was heated by the sun, and the steaming heat made beads of sweat appear on the tip of her nose.

She was like a little squirrel holding a pine cone, with half of her face poking out from behind the fluffy cotton. Her eyelashes were still covered with beads of sweat or undried tears. She stood obediently in place, her round eyes seemed to be glued to Song Guanwen, watching him clean up the mess in an orderly manner, and for a moment she forgot to react.

It was not until Song Guanwen finished everything and stretched out his hand in front of her that Lin Xi woke up from a dream and exclaimed "Ah". She blinked in confusion, then suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly handed over the cotton in her arms. "Oh, oh, cousin, this is for you."

He squatted beside the well and pressed a corner of cotton wool soaked in mud and water into the freshly drawn well water. The cold water splashed on his wrist, causing a patch of tiny goose bumps.

He rubbed the stain repeatedly, and the turbid muddy water spread and dissipated in the clear water until the cotton wool showed its snow-white base color again. He then wrung out the water and put the cotton wool back on the bamboo pole.

After hanging the cotton wool, he swiftly rinsed the muddy quilt in the wooden basin several times. Seeing this, Lin Xi hurried over to help, but was pinned to the spot by Song Guanwen's indifferent "No need".

She could only watch helplessly as the quilt cover that was so heavy in her hand became as smooth as a piece of silk in Song Guanwen's hand, and was wrung out in a few seconds so that not a drop of water could be squeezed out.

"You can't wash the entire bed of cotton wool in water. Wait a while until it's dry, then just pat it with something to get rid of the dust."

"If you can't twist the quilt cover, ask for help. If you don't want to bother others, try stepping on it first. Once it's almost done, try twisting it. It will be much easier."

After doing all this, Song Guanwen finally seemed to be relieved of his strength. He took a deep breath, turned around and gave instructions to Lin Xi.

"I, I understand." Lin Xi's somewhat timid voice came over, "Yes, I'm sorry, cousin."

"Let's go back."

The brim of the straw hat was pulled down very low, so Song Guanwen could not see Lin Xi's expression at the moment, but from her tone, he could guess that her face must be full of tears and she must be shivering with fear of him.

Thinking of this, Song Guanwen felt a little irritated for no reason. The heat and itchiness that he had just deliberately ignored due to his busy schedule gradually awakened and slowly crawled onto his skin.

Song Guanwen suddenly felt very tired, tired from the inside out, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.

"Go back." He heard himself speak lightly, his tone as cold as freshly drawn well water, cold and gloomy, without a trace of extra warmth.

"I..." As if hurt by his cold attitude, Lin Xi's voice was filled with obvious panic and grievance, but she paused, and finally just sniffed, quickly responded with "Okay", and left without looking back.

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually fading away until they completely disappeared, Song Guanwen could not help but lift up the straw hat covering his head, lean against the well platform, and slowly slide down to sit on the bluestone slab covered with water stains.